Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.